Call, Tang Si.
Song Yi saw the caller ID and immediately pressed the answer button: "Hello, Tang Si?"
"Baby."
The man's hoarse and lazy voice sounded almost simultaneously with Song Yi's.
The voice line is on that parallel line, neither high nor low, the tone is lazy, unhurried, with a bit of doting and intimacy.
It's too hoarse.
A mature man is to solve the problem from the root, instead of staying by her side to accompany her to accept the ordeal of the shooting.
Song Yi's heart beat faster.
In fact, after she and Tang Si fell in love, she seldom called, because it seemed that they were chatting on WeChat, or they were together.
His voice pierced through the earpiece, very penetrating, as if it was close to the ear.
She sat back on the bed and pursed her lips: "Where are you?"
She was still very worried about Tang Si, the situation yesterday was too dangerous.
In the criminal investigation brigade, Tang Si stood in the corridor, dressed in a police uniform, with the brim of his hat pulled down to cover his eyebrows and eyes.
The man put his hands on the railing and looked down at the dam below. The rain fell on the ground drop by drop, like the pain that the heavens can't wait to pour down.
Fast and fast.
Looking from the side, the figure is slender and straight, mature and upright.
The corners of the crimson lips were bent, and the tone was ambiguous and teasing: "Your boyfriend, of course, is in your mind."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and took off his hat, his brows and eyes were tired, sluggish, and tired.
I didn't sleep all night, and went to the meeting to report the situation to the leader at seven o'clock.
The fake Jiang Yan and the sniper are already on trial. The small forest on the border of Ningcheng is indeed taking goods, and the people from the anti-drug brigade have already gone to intercept them.
For the rest, there is nothing wrong with him.
The boy who exploded in the car on the mountain, just like yesterday's human bomb, belonged to the drug dealer.
Torturing cats, killing cats, cutting off fingers, the current judgment is that the drug dealers are trying to distract the attention of the police from all walks of life and disperse the police forces to prepare for this time.
However, the specifics are still under investigation
All the attacks at the banquet were premeditated for a long time. The fake Jiang Yan was delaying the time and distracting the police, while the real Jiang Yan was there. The amount of goods shipped, maybe a lot has been shipped.
If Tang Si hadn't found out that something was wrong, they might not have guessed the real and fake Jiang Yan until now, let alone know that there are goods on the way.
Almost, they were so secretive.
Therefore, yesterday Tang Si made great contributions, evacuated the banquet, successfully directed, and there was also his commendation meeting in the evening.
Also, the missing boy rescued from the mountain is still being searched for.
Song Yi licked her lips: "Can you be serious, old rascal."
"Did you get hurt yesterday?"
Tang Si smiled: "That's exactly what I want to ask you."
"No." Song Yi replied without thinking: "It's fine."
On the other side of the phone, she only heard Tang Si snort, from the chest, with an intimate amplitude, and the corners of his eyes curled into a provocative smile: "Really? If you dare to lie, baby, don't take your mouth, okay?" ?”
In an instant, those colorful pictures appeared in Song Yi's mind, burning her cheeks red.
It's so dishonest over the phone.
"Look," he said.
"Um?"
Tang Si: "The photo was just sent to your phone."
Song Yi lowered her head to turn on the speakerphone, then clicked on WeChat, and saw the photo sent by Tang Si.
There is only half of the face, the lower half of the face, the corners of the lips are curled up, and the thin lips are blushing. You can vaguely see that he is wearing a formal suit, and the clothes are neatly arranged, but the curve of the touch is ruffian and bad.
Righteous and wild, lustful and abstinent.
"Song Yi, do you think my brother's mouth is pretty?" The voice was bewitchingly lazy, very soft, and the end tune rose slightly: "Do you want to kiss?"